Paroles de Blood Countess

Night falls upon our village Our children lays to sleep Grandfather tells the story The myth of Elisabeth Bathory She is still inside my dreams She still feeds my fear I can still smell the corpse I can still hear their screams ch: I was there the night she arrived The first in an endless line What I saw that stormy night Was not meant for mortal eyes In the depths of her cold dungeon A maiden of peasant blood Drained of holy life To please the countess of blood